It’s still dark outside but my brain’s awake so I drift down to the study.
I hop onto the computer.
That’s when I read it, Shelley’s comment on my post about that sign in the gym: ‘
Shelley said: ‘Noooooo. Not the sacred apostrophe being misused!’
That’s when I burst out laughing.
“Can you tone it down, please? You sound a bit manic.”
It’s the voice of common sense coming from the bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” I say. ”It’s so hilarious”.
“It’s not even 5 o’clock, “she says. “You’ll wake the neighbours.”
“Would it be better if I hold back till seven?” I ask. “Would that work?”
“Yes,” says the voice of reason.
So that’s what I do. I go back to bed, set the alarm and let it rip at seven, a great big uproarious laugh. It feels cathartic like a colonic cleanse.
I wish Shelly could have heard it..
She’s right though, the voice of reason.
It’s all a matter of timing.
- when’s the last time you had a really good laugh — or a colonic cleanse?